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Skriven 2005-01-21 05:23:12 av Greg Sears (1:153/307)
     Kommentar till en text av Oscar Waghorn
Ärende: Story for you...
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Ma fren, you got to read dis joke in yor best Cajun accent, so you
sound jus like Justin Wilson when he tell it.  If you do, it'll be
wundermus, I garontee.

Der were dese two Cajun buddies at dis bar, and dey wuz gettin drunk, I
mean!  Well, one o de fellas, he decide he done had enough, so he take
off for home.  Cept he so drunk, he get hisself lost, and good!  He
wander into a graveyard and fall into a fresh dug grave dat is waiting
for a funeral de next day.  He lying der on his back, trying to pull
hisself up out of dat grave, but he having some big problem doing
dat.  You see, it had been raining, and de sides of dat grave was
slick.  And it didn't hep none dat dis ol' boy was drunk.

Well, he lie der for a while, and he start to get cold, and he start to
holler

"Hep me I'm cold.  Hep me I'm cold, whooboy!"

About dis time, his buddy back at de bar decide it's time for him to
head home.  As he walking, he hear dis awful noise, and he decide he
going to see what it is.  Well, he comes to de graveyard, and he hears
dis voice calling from an open grave.

"Hep me I'm cold, whooboy!  Hep me I'm cold"

Well, he ain't scared, on account of him being good and drunk.  So he
walks right up to dat grave, and he looks down and sees his friend
lying in de bottom of it.  But he so drunk he don't recognize his
friend.  His friend look up at him and say

"Hep me I'm cold, whooboy!"

De friend standing at de top of de grave replies "Sho you cold, you dun
kick all o you dirt off o you!"

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